The X-men run missions and work together with the NYPD, striving to maintain a peaceful balance between humans and mutants. When it comes to a fight, they won't back down from protecting those who need their help.
Haven presents itself as a humanitarian organization for activists, leaders, and high society, yet mutants are the secret leaders working to protect and serve their kind. Behind the scenes they bring their goals into reality.
From the time when mutants became known to the world, SUPER was founded as a black-ops division of the CIA in an attempt to classify, observe, and learn more about this new and rising threat.
The Syndicate works to help bring mutantkind to the forefront of the world. They work from the shadows, a beacon of hope for mutants, but a bane to mankind. With their guiding hand, humanity will finally find extinction.
Since the existence of mutants was first revealed in the nineties, the world has become a changed place. Whether they're genetic misfits or the next stage in humanity's evolution, there's no denying their growing numbers, especially in hubs like New York City. The NYPD has a division devoted to mutant related crimes. Super-powered vigilantes help to maintain the peace. Those who style themselves as Homo Superior work to tear society apart for rebuilding in their own image.
MRO is an intermediate to advanced writing level original character, original plot X-Men RPG. We've been open and active since October of 2005. You can play as a mutant, human, or Adapted— one of the rare humans who nullify mutant powers by their very existence. Goodies, baddies, and neutrals are all welcome.
Short Term Plots:Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
The Fountain of Youth
A chemical serum has been released that's shaving a few years off of the population. In some cases, found to be temporary, and in others...?
MRO MOVES WITH CURRENT TIME: What month and year it is now in real life, it's the same for MRO, too.
Fuegogrande: "Fuegogrande" player of The Ranger, Ion, Rhia, and Null
Neopolitan: "Aly" player of Rebecca Grey, Stephanie Graves, Marisol Cervantes, Vanessa Bookman, Chrysanthemum Van Hart, Sabine Sang, Eupraxia
Ongoing Plots
Magic and Mystics
After the events of the 2020 Harvest Moon and the following Winter Solstice, magic has started manifesting in the MROvere! With the efforts of the Welldrinker Cult, people are being converted into Mystics, a species of people genetically disposed to be great conduits for magical energy.
The Pharoah Dynasty
An ancient sorceress is on a quest to bring her long-lost warrior-king to the modern era in a bid for global domination. Can the heroes of the modern world stop her before all is lost?
Are They Coming for You?
There have been whispers on the streets lately of a boogeyman... mutant and humans, young and old, all have been targets of trafficking.
Adapteds
What if the human race began to adapt to the mutant threat? What if the human race changed ever so subtly... without the x-gene.
Atlanteans
The lost city of Atlantis has been found! Refugees from this undersea mutant dystopia have started to filter in to New York as citizens and businessfolk. You may make one as a player character of run into one on the street.
Got a plot in mind?
MRO plots are player-created the Mods facilitate and organize the big ones, but we get the ideas from you. Do you have a plot in mind, and want to know whether it needs Mod approval? Check out our plot guidelines.
Nicholas! Wasn't that a devilish name too? Or. No. Saint Nick. That was SANTA not Satan. Her immediate excitement fizzled down to disappointment. What a silly thing to be disappointed in.
Dante complained and innuendo-ed, but really all Raine got out of it was that he was too poor for pizza. Well then he shouldn’t have sprung for a stranger’s drink. Technically Raine wasn’t swimming in cash either, but there should always be an emergency pizza fund.
”What about making pizza? At home. Isn’t is always cheaper to do that kind of thing at home?” How she’d gotten fixated on pizza was besides the point. Raine was already having hot-flash fantasies about a scene like in the movie Ghost where the guy was behind the girl and they both had their hands in the dough…
One step at a time.
”Actually, I think I might have an idea. Something exciting. Something you’ve never experienced in your whole entire life.” She started to take a sip but had one more important thing to add. ”And it won’t cost you a thing… unless we get caught.”
How was that for a little devilsh? She sipped her second knowing full well that the bait she’d tossed out was good.
Friday ritual? Raise had started to lift the first glass to her lips after their clink, but that warranted an eyebrow. Home, dog, bar? That was no life.
She tossed back as much of her beer as she could at once, maybe half the glass. She didn't want to taste it, she just wanted to... Augh! Nooooo! She tasted it! Raine tried not to sputter as she set the half glass back down and her boring Nunya friend gave her a name. Raine wiped beer foam from her upper lip.
"Dante? Are you for real?" Could a beer go to her head that fast? Nah. It really was just a weird day trying to punch her in the giggle d*ck. She motioned between them. "My last name is Faust. We've got a devilish theme going on here."
Usually she tried to emulate the angel-type, but tonight...? After a quick breath out to steel herself, Raine chugged the other half of the first beer.
"There. Much better." Oh yeah. Her cheeks felt the slightest flush after that. Raine used her fingers to slide her cups around so that the full one was close and the empty was in arm's reach for the bar keep. This one she planned to sip much more slowlier. Was slowlier a word?
"So, I was thinking that sitting here and drinking is a nice escape and all, but that's no way to live, Dante. You need, like... excitement. And pizazz. Or pizza." It wasn't even dinner time, after all.
Raine took in a big breath to tell Mr. Nunyabusiness where he could stick his extra dollars, but then pursed her lips. She didn't really have any righteous high ground where money was concerned, and she definitely didn't have the cash to spare on flippant power games. The result was that Raine had puffed out her cheeks and then just... held it in her indecision.
Oh f*** it. She released her breath in a whoosh as soon as she'd decided. She could do so much worse than a Nunya that was offering to pay for something.
"They're both for me." She admitted. "Thanks." The bartender set the first between her fingers and it was everything she'd hoped it would be: cold and frothy. The taste? Eh... Her first sip was less than impressed. But it was refreshing in its own way.
"One's for me now. One's for future-Raine, who I hope is already having a better time." Her lips quirked and she raised glass 1 to clink against Mr. Nunya's.
"And what's your story at—" she checked the tv above and was surprised that the Pacers were down. Also, was it really not even 7pm? "—not even dinner o'clock?"
She wanted to get him talking so she could take a hefty, borderline unhealthy draw on that first drink. Her second had already arrived, after all. Didn't want to drink it warm.
Raine was not holding the pink severance slip anymore, but she felt it like a brand.
She had been thiiiiiis close to getting fired. She'd had the slip in her hand. They had a security escort ready to go. If she hadn't had that spreadsheet of her own personal backup of her calls and time saved... Raine needed a drink both to celebrate that she still had her job and mourn that she probably needed to go find another one anyway. They'd let her off with a warning. This time. She was an expendable cog and they'd let her know how lucky she was to even be there.
In a daze, the blonde sat herself on a stool at the bar. Which bar? It hardly mattered.
A napkin appeared before her by way of the bartender setting up to get her drink started.
"Jägerbomb. No. Long Island Iced Tea." Nothing said 'let's get white girl wasted' better than a long island iced tea. Raine ran her hands through her hair and pulled out her pony tail before she rapped her knuckles on the bar to get the bartender's attention again. "I'm sorry. I changed my mind again. Whatever you have on tap. And is cheapest. Get me two."
"You expecting company?"
"Yes." The lie was so bald, she may as well have told him 'no' because that was exactly what she meant. One was only a warm up.
Raine had been trying to be nice and force her friend to take a step back from her usual. Well, one step back also happened to be one full step over Raine's head. Some of it was decipherable because of tone and context. But now, she had to bite her tongue lest she have to ask what a 'stoatin mukker' was.
Best guess? It sounded like a fish... which probably fit since Raine's mouth had opened. And shut. And then opened again.
What did you say to something you could not comprehend?
Nothing. But, oh hey! Look! A distraction called the bar!
The blonde employed her squirmiest charm to get them to the bar and Rebecca took it from there. She was tall enough and striking enough to get some attention right away. She might not realize that was a superpower all on its own, but it was.
A cosmo was as classic as Making Love in Manhattan, that show with all the brazen sexy ladies who met for brunch. It was tempting to follow suit, but in Raine's experience cosmos were hit or miss depending on who made them.
"I want a vodka gimlet." After a cursory glance at their IDs, the busy bartender went to start on their order. Raine confided her reasoning to Becca. "Because no evening should start with gin. Or end with it. Or include it at all." Gin was the enemy. It was 100% possible that she'd only had cheap gin and that was the source of her hate, but in the meantime, Raine would just continue to avoid it. Plus a gimlet was like a boozy limeade and practically unf***upable.
"What's the plan?" The cosmo came up first while Raine turned to survey the crowded space. "You see anything you like?" Not that they'd come in with the mission of finding someones to come home with, but to Raine, that was pretty much always an option. She could fall in love every day of the week.
"What happens in Budapest, stays in Budapest?" It sounded like a story she'd never hear, but she would hear about it often enough. An in-joke. Too bad she was too late for it. She took her solace in the warmth they shared while in line. It would totally be fine once they were inside and moving around. Alcohol, too, was warming. It was just the dang waiting that had her frozen over.
It was perfectly reasonable that Impact and Becca had diverging paths. They weren't even the same age, were they? Raine often wondered what kind of woman her doppleganger was. As far as Raine could tell, no one much liked her and they, too, were not the same age. Raine had to make the crazy/hot ratio joke. As the better dopplegangers, they had a strict formula to follow.
> "If 'at's really th' case, Ah must hae a total bampot oan mah arm,"
"Bam... pot?" Had she misheard again? Or was that a Scot-ism? They moved up a pace in line and Raine was already giggling. By the look on Becca's face a bampot was potentially a good thing. Raine could own that... if it hadn't sounded so much like cookware. "No, no. You don't have to explain, I take it back. You're not a teacher tonight, Becca. Tonight your job is to exercise a complete lack of civility and responsibility."
It was Raine's aim to take tonight just beyond what she was comfortable with. Drink just a little too much. Dance a little too hard. Leave no regrets unturned.
And soon enough it was their turn to pay cover. Raine fished one of the bills she'd had stashed in the bra of the dress and passed it over. The bouncer didn't even bat an eye. That was one of the oldest no purse tricks in the book.
"You ladies enjoy."
And just like that, they were in. Opening the door was like crossing over into fairyland. There was a rush of hot wind that threatened both their skirts and the place was simultaneously packed and hopping. Raine grabbed up Becca's hand so that they wouldn't get seperated and did her best to make their way around to the bar.
She hadn't known? "Oh. Yeah. You just don't talk about it over there. It's all more under-the-table and cloak-and-dagger and you definitely don't let people know what you are, if you can." Obviously that wouldn't work for Gina, here with her grayish skin and awesome feet. Raine did her best not to stare, but...
"You might be the first mutant that I've talked to that has a physical component." Surely not. Hadn't she at least seen one passing through the hospital? Maybe? At some point? She'd definitely seen them in the lab the X-men liberated, but Raine hadn't talked to any of those. There hadn't been time and they hadn't been in a talking mood.
"I don't want to scare you, but, maybe don't go on vacation over there." How had this conversation gone so bad so fast? What a downer. They were all on what Raine's world was trying to call World B. This world had, of course, decided they were then going to call themselves World-01 or something equally nonsensical.
"This side's way better anyway." She said while hanging under a bridge like a bat which literally zero fear of repercussion. Yeah. Definitely better.
She was not wearing enough clothes. Not nearly enough clothes. Raine rubbed her bare arms and mentally cursed spring for being so abysmally cold at night. She'd figured a white dress for her made them a kind of Angel/Devil duo and they could work that angle if they wanted to.
Sure, the dress was from Becca's closet, but no one out here in the real world would know that.
"Oh, no. Trust me. I needed a night off as much as you." Her new job was... new. And that was just about the best thing she could say about it. "The ID was good enough to get me a job at the call center. So... I have a feeling it'll be okay." Or maybe that was her usual optimism bleeding through. Worst case scenario, they took it away and cut it up and she never had to go to work again.
Besides. It wasn't like they were breaking the rules all that bad. In 6 months she'd be legal anyway.
> ”Did ye dae much gonnae it oan yer side?”
...
"Gonna it?" It took longer than was pretty for her to suss that one out. "Oh! Going out! Oh. Uhm. I guess once or twice with a teammate named Caitlyn. And I was... I am in college. Even if I don't live on campus anymore, there's certainly the opportunity and the motive."
Raine stretched and had to settle right back into huddling and arm warming rubs. Her heels were spiky thin with tiny straps and as natural as breathing to someone who was 5 foot nothing and hoping to be something a little more... Besides, this was New York. You either learned to deal with the shoes you had or you paid for it the entire walk. Because there was no question. Walking was ALWAYS in the equation.
"Yeah. I don't feel like I was the hugest party girl, but drama clubs are always a little crazy, no matter what side of the rift you're on." She gave in and looped her arm into Becca's because she had to guess that Becca was warmer than she was.
"What about you? I always figured Impact had to have done something in her wild younger years what with all the tattoos and the owning a bar.
Y'know, I fondly remember my first "real" drink at Impact's bar."
Sure, Raine'd had a sip of an Appletini or something, but never before had she really believed a drink would put hair on her chest until Impact gave her a Boston Sour.
"I hear there's a hot to crazy scale. Like, the hotter someone is, the crazier they have to be under the surface?" So, they were both nuts by that metric.
There was something about that rebuttal from Becca that only fanned Raine's Reyes/Grey headcannon. Was that a 'doth protest too much'? If this whole bizarro friendship thing panned out and Becca was to be believed, someday Raine would get to see for herself. Maybe even tonight.
And Becca liked girls? That surprised exactly no one considering Impact was 50/50 on the matter. "I like cookies. I guess that makes me a cookiesexual." Oh god. That was terrible, but she was already laughing at the stupidity of it. "Okayokay. I take that back. Cookies don't turn me on." Domino masks might just be another story, though...
> ”Guid! Who disnae loch a wee bit ay dress-up?”
"Yes!" Raine effused. Becca's accent didn't even trip her up anymore. She slapped her hand into her teammate's without a moment of hesitation. "Yes please. Do you go on patrols here? I Haven't done anything even a little remotely x-related, but people seem way more chill about powers here. Some of the X's don't even have masks."
> "...Our tradition micht call for a bit ay baking ‘afore Jules gets haim.”
"Baking? Oh no. You do not want to trust me in the kitchen. Things get on fire. Pies turn to soup. Spaghetti...? Yeah. One time I tried to cook spaghetti. Let's just say I cannot be trusted alone in the kitchen if you want your safety deposit back."
She was far less angry than Raine had anticipated. In fact, she was actually hella nice. Like, suspiciously so. Raine tried to stomp down her suspicion. She was brute force believing in the kindness of people. There was no sense in scaring herself without cause. Afterall, she was not kidnapped. Not even a little bit.
Raine grinned at the other woman and watched her experiment. Her hair and wings and clothes would all hang in a way that felt normal. Everything, in fact, was pulled toward whatever gravity was defined for them.
> "How long does your gravity thing work?"
"Forever." Was Raine's knee-jerk reaction, but then... that wasn't exactly ture. "I mean. I've run into some hiccups lately, but so long as I'm around it does't seem to run out... usually."
How had she ever thought that this woman was a pidgeonmorph? She looked to have horns poking out from her screw-like curls. Maybe pointy ears? Raine couldn't quite put her finger on the theme, assuming there was one. Sometime mutants were just orange, or whatever, with no apparent rhyme or reason.
"I'm Raine." She extended her hand for a proper, polite introduction. Despite their mutually inverted nature, this was a normal, everyday sort of meeting.
"I'm from across the rift and there's just not a ton of experimentation you can do over there in broad daylight, y'know? I can let us go, though. I do know at least that much." She just hadn't found the common theme between the times when her power pooped out unexpectedly.
Juliette? The grumpy nurse Juliette? Raine supposed that name sounded right, but she'd pretty much never called the woman anything besides Ms. Reyes for fear of the grumperina.
It was a lot to take in, finding all the dopplegangers all in one place. Almost like she'd run into a whole nest of people whose fates were intertwined no matter what side of the universe they came from.
"Are you and Juliette...?" She'd suspected there were some wild college days that made up the history of whatever the nurse and the x-leader had between them. Raine hadn't really understood it back on her side, but she sure as heck didn't want to interrupt it if that was the phase that these girls were in.
And there was no Mirage marriage. That was good in its own way. No trapped tragedy... yet.
Raine realized that Becca had pressed the cookie into her hands. She'd somehow sort of agreed, maybe. And she had so, so many questions.
"Costumes sounds good." Fabulous, actually. That was something productive. And it wasn't like Raine had much of anything to go back to the Sanctuary for...
Raine had forgotten she was holding the tether she'd attached teh the bridge, so naturally when she touched the talon the talon girl's down was... the bridge. The surprise made the girl grab tighter onto Raine's arm and, though she'd wanted to get away at first, now Raine was glad to not hit the water that was skimming by at speed. The blonde readied another tether when something her kidnapper had said finally trickled down past her panic.
> "I'm trying to save you!"
O-oh. Raine set one end of her new tether on herself and once they got close to the bridge and the winged girl was focusing on powerful wing flaps to stop herself, Raine wriggled free enough to toss her own gravity down... which was up for everybody else in New York.
The winged grey girl landed hard. Raine knew how to absorb it a bit better and ended in a less noisy crouch just a few feet away. It was a little unnerving to hear the cars roaring overhead and the corresponding vibrations through the concrete and steel, but the wind was a whole lot better in the shelter of the concrete pillars.
Grey girl had herself a moment to say her bad words. That was understandable, really. Raine checked out her arm, which wasn't damaged. The sleeve of her sweater was a mess, but her actual arm wasn't anything more than a bit pink from the ordeal. Probably her own fault there.
"I. Uh." Well, she could start by standing up. Step one in taking control of a situation, right? Raine brushed her pants off. Her hair and jacket retained the normal appearance of gravity and everything felt the same except for the fact that up was now down and down was now up.
"I do gravity. I thought you were a kidnapper so.
Sorry.
About that." Her dad had tried to teach her to never apologize, but this seemed like a moment where she legitimately needed to.
"I appreciate that you're the kind of person who'd try to save a jumper, though." Girl rule #243. Always end with a compliment.
Designation: Iota-13 Alias: Lucky Age: 18 Parentage:Luke Benson and Raine Powers: Internal electrical storage, conductive claws/quills, enhanced hearing Personality Traits: Self-loyal/treacherous sneak, emotionally volatile, narcissistic. Appearance: 5’11”, wide shoulders and long arms and legs, lean muscles. Caucasian skin, lightly tanned, messy black hair that sticks up naturally. Unusually large brown eyes on narrow face, small nose, large mouth with thin lips. Slightly pointed ears. Forearms have light coat of dark brown fur, as does upper back. Areas with fur and hair on head also have flat, concealed needle-like quills about 1 inch long. Hands have thick, sharp nails, but with long sleeves can pass for normal human at a glance.
Power notes:
Electrical Storage: Iota-13 passively draws residual electrical energy into himself through the build up of static charge. While his exact capacity is unknown, he appears to be able to hold at least 13 taser-level shocks before going berserk and unpredictable with the need for electrical release. He can discharge this energy with skin-to-skin touch or with his conductive traits (see below), releasing some or all of his charge in the process.
Close-range Conduction: Iota-13 possesses tough, claw-like nails that are not notably different without close inspection. He has numerous small quills on his scalp, arms and upper back/shoulders. These quills can be raised, removed, and the ones on his arms can be used as projectiles by jerking his arm in a direction. The quills are needle sharp and can hold a small amount of charge even after being released from his body. A lost or removed quill regrows after about 24 hours.
Enhanced Hearing and Smell: Iota-13 possesses superhuman auditory and olfactory senses, with almost double the distance of a normal human. Range of pitch and frequency is equivalent to a human’s, and he cannot discern infrasound or ultrasound.
You know, it was funny. She choked on absolutely nothing at all, abandoning all cookie tracking and searching out the truth from Becca’s multi-colored eyes.
”Bigger place means bigger rent.” And who was Juliette? But Becca had considered the rent thing and was ready to quash her protests before she’d really gotten started.
”It’s not fair to you guys.” Who’s team was she on!? The cookie was extended toward Raine. A perfect confection tempting her to betray her moral high ground. But it sounded like it’d be too good to be true. But Rebecca was an X-man. THE X-man where Raine was concerned.
”If… if you’re moving anyway. I- Don’t- Oh god. Just give me the cookie. I can’t say no to this even if it’s too good to be true” She would be finding a way to contribute ASAP. Sooner than as soon as possible. STASAP.
And her decision was immediately blessed by Bijou’s twin. It had to be related to Bijou if it was Impact’s cat, right? Raine froze so that her bony ankles would be the best rubbing posts possible. She would not forsake her furry blessings.
”You don’t have a daughter… with wings… right?” Maybe that was Juliette....
Raine would normally have engaged her power pretty early in the process. After all, the further down she fell, the further up she would have to fall back toward the bridge once she reversed her gravity.
Like usual, there was a glaringly fatal flaw in her plan...
She hadn't accounted for the GIANT GREY PIDGEON WOMAN.
Raine shouted, "What the f***?!"[/i] in near perfect unison with the bird-girl as talons wrapped around Raine's forearms. Her body flopped with the sudden shift in momentum. Her jaw clacked and the toes of her borrowed high tops skimmed the water just barely.
Geez!
> "Were you trying to die?!"
"Are you trying to kill me!?"
Had she a moment to spare a brain cell, Raine would have noticed the wings were leathery and the skin was more stone-like rather than feathery. But her first assumption was that "OHMIGOD GIANT MAN-EATING FLYING RATS ARE REAL." and now she couldn't un-think or un-say it.
She wasn't hyperventilating, nooo. No. That was just the sound of her death marching ever faster onward to the beat of- oh eff that!
Raine's eyes popped open. She did not survive all she had thus far just to be kidnapped or eaten or...! Yeah! NO!
She readied a tether and touched the taloned... uh talon that had her in her grasp. The first object that looked good and steady, Raine did her best to yoink her arm free and throw that tether. That would connect her kidnapper to whatever that solid object was and make the side of it "down" as far as the winged lady was concerned.
